Create a song to this story"It was an ordinary Monday morning and I was rushing to work. I got on the subway and looked for an empty seat. I noticed that the carriage was full of people looking tired and bored. Only one person looked different. He sat at the end of the carriage and smiled at me. He was a man about ten years older than me, with gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes. He was wearing the same coat and backpack as me. Even his shoes were the same type and color as mine. I was intrigued enough to approach him and look at his face. It was like looking into a mirror that showed me my future. "Excuse me, sir," I said nervously. "But you look familiar to me. Don't we know each other?" The man laughed and shook my hand. "My name is Jan Novak," he said in a friendly manner. "And yes, we know each other very well." "What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled. "I mean that I am you," the man said. "What?" I didn't understand. "I'm you, ten years older," the man said. "I am your future." "That's nonsense," I said. "That's impossible. How could you be me?" "It is possible," said the man. "But I'm not going to explain it to you now. It's too complicated and personal." "Personal?" I repeated curiously. "Yes, personal," the man confirmed. "Because by meeting each other, we opened the door to our lives." "What lives?" I asked. "The lives we have lived and the lives we will live," the man said. "Lives that are filled with joy and pain, success and failure, hope and despair. Lives that are linked by destiny." "Destiny?" I repeated. "Yes, by fate," said the man. "Because we are destined for something great." "To what?" I asked. "I can't tell you," said the man. "You must find out for yourself." "And how am I supposed to find out?" I asked. "You have two options," the man said. "Either you stay here and go on with your life as it is now. Or you can come with me and see your future." "Which is better?" I asked. "That's up to you," the man said. "But you have to decide quickly. We only have a few minutes before we part forever." "And why?" asked I. "Because it's the right thing to do," said the man. "Because that's the way fate wrote it." "Written by fate?" I repeated. "Yes, fate wrote it," said the man. "And I can show you where he wrote it." "Where?" I asked. "In this book," said the man, handing me the book he held in his hand. It was a book with a blue cover and white writing that read, "I think I met myself on the subway: a story of love and destiny." On the cover was my name and a photograph. "Is this your book?" I asked. "No, it's our book," the man said. "We wrote the book together. You gave me the inspiration and I gave you the experience. You gave me the questions and I gave you the answers. You gave me hope and I gave you happiness." "Really?" I asked. "Really," the man said. "And now it's time for me to give you something else." "What do you want to give me?" I asked. "I want to give you a chance," said the man. "A chance to change your life for the better. A chance to see your future. A chance to meet the love of your life." "And who is that?" I asked. "You'll find out when you get there," the man said. "But you have to decide quickly. Do you want to come with me?" I looked at the man who was like me. I looked at the book that was like me. I looked at my younger self, who was like me."